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    My wife Helen and I moved to a beautiful new house last summer. It's one of three cottages, converted from a barn set around three sides of a courtyard. It wasn't cheap but we had a large family home to sell and ended up with a huge profit. I'm 52, retired last year from engineering work offshore and now work part time for a consultancy firm spending most nights in my own bed with my year-old wife.
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    Beverly had always captivated my attention, back to my early high school days. When she would visit my mom, I would find ways to be in the room so I could see her. In her early 40s then, and an avid gardener, she often wore tank tops. I am sure she thought them unflattering, but I remember vividly how her firm breasts appeared in those informal clothes, the slight outline of her nipples pushing through the fabric. When the house was well air conditioned, they were particularly evident.
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    My name is Josh and I had just finished up with high school. I was going to attend college in a couple of months. My parents said I didn't have to find a job that summer. That was just fine with me. I wanted to kick back for awhile.
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    Irene lives over my back fence. She has been alone for most of 10 years that I've lived in this house. Her husband had been the local OSHA inspector who had perished during a routine safety inspection downtown. He was testing the safety cabling around the perimeter of the 18th floor of a high rise under construction, when he tripped and fell into a wheel barrow full of water, knocked himself out and drowned. The story was glorified a bit about having fallen to his death, but I knew better.
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